[Number] 1 Ago
Hey
A name and blink like an owl through my vodka frames.
You still remember me?
Oh shit. Wow.
(Of course, last name).
Scram.
(Smile, Have to go, Excuse me.)
Hey, I’m going.
Polite smile.
(Bye)
Hey, is someone taking you home?
Yeah, a barber and a gnome, haha.
(Yepyep, look let me make it easier for you: give me your number. Let’s catch up one of these days, yeah? Drive safely.)
[Number] Back here
God is telling me via the X priest that to be happy I have to return to the fold. Mama was there so I could not tell X priest that Modest Mouse’s Bukowski was calling God an asshole--- I said instead You should read Ophelia Dimalanta’s Melancholia--- Go fuck yourself
You believe in priests? What fold?
The Bicol Catholic fold. You forgot my Mama’s super catholic. Sorry, was driving; my parking skills suck. Went out with the local meth-rock-fuck golden boy. Solid fun.
Rock I can imagine. I don’t remember issuing permits for meth and fucking.
You just make me sputter&laugh at the same time: I need permits from you? There was no meth nor fucking. Is a kiss permitted?
Kiss?Ok.
Was driving,now home. Kiss is ok then? Good, coz I got kissed. You told me to have fun. Do I have that permit to date?
Have fun
Fun dates then: no fucking, no drugs, music is ok, kiss is ok, boozing is ok. This is like a Nicanor Parra poem.
[Number] Practice
…Go practice driving.
…I fucking hate seeing just how many habits I need to scramble. I feel like a damn infant.
...Lol really? Then u btter start working on it. When was the last tym u did something for the 1st time?
[Number] Meeting
Nah, that was a long time ago. He told me the story of how it all came to that when we boozed out last year. All that business is done. Nah, I’m safe. Tabs.
[Number] Going Where
Pretty. I call him by his last name sometimes. Nobody calls him by his first name but I do. It makes everyone blink. Heckles. I say it’s the privilege of knowing him as a kid. Pretty digs At least I was already circumcised. Were your friends? Pretty took my news with a nod, just like that and some that made me wince out laughter--- You were too busy…Fucking small…Coño… Then took me back to the elementary of things.
[Number] Solid Eddie Vedder
Pretty says No English. Speak our language. Practice.
I stutter and fumble and keep on switching---
All right, all right, I’m trying, I’m sucking.
Pretty declares This is our second date.
I laugh---
Didn’t know we had a first one. Man, you are tall.
Pretty says Like the dress. Next time wear slippers. Heels, they hurt.
I laugh again---
Told you I was wearing church clothes.
Pretty laughs You went to church like that?
I smile---
Brace yourself. The tongues.
I am asked, told, as seen You’ve been gone too long…And they see Pretty. He ignores, when he knows the folks he nods, and we move.
I laugh---
You’re the first I’ve been seen with since I left.
[Number] We sure grow them
And so there was this young husband who told his young wife he’s bringing her pizza for some honey. Problem was it was the holidays--- you swing by one corner and end up into a boozing goner. Young wife was so mad, thought he was a philandering fucker. There he was passed out in bed in his briefs---- woke to his nuts burning. Young wife put hot sauce on his happiness stick. There he was jumping around. It was 3:00 am and they were fighting. Make-up sex was great, days later of course. It was still stinging, understand.
[Number] Form
No holding of hands, unless it’s to cross the street or climb up and down stairs. Or unless some fucker is eyeing her. Let her open her own car door. Get the big-assed-bag if she’s going to the ladies’ room. Put your hand on the small of her back when she passes by. Lean into her now and then but don’t touch. Block her from everybody with your body, in fact corner her. Take her hand just once and stroke. Don’t ignore her but go about with the man’s business. If she pulls you away form business with a smile, just go. Careful, listen, you don’t mess with the smart one or you’ll run in circles. Make sure your friends entertain her but not with your bad boy tricks. Hold her face instead or chuck her chin when you want to kiss her. If she allows you to fuck her the first time out or the second time out, Padi, Madiris says that’s not a nice girl.
[Number] Flashes
Pretty says Want that coke?
I look.
Pretty says I know.
Pretty asks Want to try the Red?
I shake my head---
I’ll get wasted.
Pretty says You won’t. Try one. I got you.
Later on Pretty says Want to check out music?
I smile.
Pretty teases You’ll talk later. C’mon, let’s go.
I laugh---
Your Mama did a good job on you.
[Number] Child’s Play
This is the sound of prom and high school---- the drums and the bass. And now it is the sound of our youth--- punk and grunge. Three guitars, fingers sure over the cords, what sync in rage restrained.
I ask, pointing to the notebook and pen---
You know I do this?
Pretty nods.
I ask---
That ok?
Pretty nods again.
I see that he’s lost in the music.
I smile.
[Number] Blues The Milk
Blues on heavy guitars and snares always make me swing my head side-to-side. I’m surprised at what the younger ones know. I ask for names and I say---
Ah, I know your brother.
And the younger ones say---
And we know you.
I’m happy listening to cock-fighting-fuckers and on the sound system: Ugly Kid Joe. I smile--- at Pretty--- as he speaks of music.
Somebody asks---
Are you his girlfriend?
I laugh---
We’ve known each other since Grade 5.
I laugh at Pretty---
Geez, just how many chicks did you fuck while I was away?
Pretty laughs.
[Number] 6
Pretty remembers Man I always had to do better when you would watch our baseball practice.
I laugh---
I did not watch you practice, excuse me!
Pretty laughs Oh yes you did!
His cousin says you did.
I shake my head---
I wasn’t watching you: I wanted to play baseball!
Pretty laughs again Well why didn’t you say so? I would have taught you. Brainy kids. You played chess.
I groan.
[Number] Did…Did?
Pretty laughs That was puppy love.
I laugh---
No way!
Pretty says You don’t remember, do you?
I ask---
What?
Pretty says You’re my first kiss.
I say---
Your what?!
Pretty says You gave me a kiss on our graduation.
I ask---
I did? No shit I did? Motherfuck…
[Number] Match 92
I say---
I told you that we’re going home but you still had to get another beer.
Pretty laughs We all had to be drunk together.
I laugh---
I’m not drunk.
Pretty says Sorry. When it gets like that then stop me.
I say---
Ah, you’re like that too, huh?
Pretty sighs, laughs Yeah. You tell me and I’ll stop.
I laugh---
I understand. No drinks for you tomorrow then.
Pretty laughs What took you so long?
I laugh---
Had to talk to Pops. Told you he was waiting.
Pretty asks Everything all right? Need me to talk to him?
I say---
It’s all good, no problem, told him I had fun.
Pretty laughs again Man they kept on saying I found my match.
I laugh again---
Gago.
Pretty says Let’s sleep. Let me know when you wake up.
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